My Sweetie Sisi Eko: I hope you are swimming in the ocean of good health. If so, doxology!
You are the only sugar in my tea, the sum of all my arithmetic, and above all else, the only coat in the portmanteau of my heart.
In short, if I am a sentence, you are the verb!
The light of your soul burns in my heart like the Bunsen burner in the chemistry laboratory.
You are my morning star. Whenever I think of you, my heart shakes jigijigi like railway.
Without you I am finished, patapata!
If I look at the sun, I see you; if I look at the moon, I see you. In fact, you are everywhere, smiling at me like sunshine.
Kai, I will simply die and bury myself inside the cemetery of your tender love.
Mine is yours forever and ever. Even as I write now, I can feel you inside my skull dictating all the verbs and nouns, including the adverbs and proverbs.
Loving you is the only geometry I want to solve. Both of us are like simultaneous equations leading to only one answer: romance.
You are indeed the bone of my bone, the flesh of my flesh, and the blood of my blood. You are my oxygen.
If not for you I would expire in very fast seconds, kaput! Like Martin Luther King Junior, I have a dream! We shall transmute from one room in Mushin to our mansion in Banana Island! Say Alleluia to that!
There is only one sweetness in the whole wide world, and that sweetness is you, my crystal of beauty. You are indeed the only sugar that does not give diabetes.
Let truth be told, you are the owner of love. With you, I live in the headquarters of love.
You are without any question whatsoever the landlady of love.
Every Funmi, Ngozi, Amina, Felicia or Jane is jealous of you. They are all looking for ropes to hang themselves because of your hot love for only me. Please pray for their poor souls in hell: Amen!
You are the only soup I want to lick: morning, afternoon and night. My Tomato Jos, the juice of your love flows in all my veins. My medulla oblongata throbs with your majestic presence. I have another dream: from Keke Marwa we shall zoom into super-duper limousine!
Baby Oku, you are hotter than all the models of the world put together. Every bachelor bows before you, but you have only chosen me. Neither Herdsmen nor Boko Haram can abduct our love. We are bound together like needle and thread. There is no skin pain whatsoever.
At this juncture, I wish to borrow the words of our favourite writer Ogali A. Ogali who in Veronica, My Daughter penned: “As I was descending from a declivity yesterday, with such an excessive velocity, I suddenly lost the centre of my gravity and was precipitated on the macadamized thoroughfare!” It was the feeling of your soft love and sugary care that stopped my bones from being mercilessly broken.
I am so happy that you are not like Mabel in the book written by Speedy Erich entitled “Mabel The Sweet Honey That Poured Away.” You are my honey that can never pour away.
Even William Shakespeare knows that beautiful music is the food of our love; that’s why he wrote in Twelfth Night: “If music be the food love, play on, give me excess of it…”
I will die for you and wake up again for you. The air you breathe nourishes me all the days of my life. You are the only electricity shining all over Lagos!
Ejooo, where would I have been without your magnetic lovingitis? You are the last full-stop in the book of my life.